SWEET REVENGE

Sometime when you are young you think revenge can feel so good. But what happens when the revenge goes bad and you feel sorry for the person suffering?

I was very young at the time and my sister who was 5yrs older then me had to babysit me all summer long, as both my Mother and Father had to work. So being left at the mercy of my big sister was a daily chore. Not for me, for her.
But looking back on it I realize that she was very responsible and took very good care of me, in spite of the fact that she could have been having fun with her friends had it not been for my existence.
It wasn't all bad for her. Her best friend lived next door so she did have someone to visit with. She resented me terribly for trying to hear all of their secrets and I resented her for being able to tell me what I could and could not do. Oh if I could only get back at you, you bossy witch.

In her adolescent years she developed the dreaded acne that so many of us fear. Yes, her early teen years were very cruel to her, she was always fighting the fight of the dreaded blackheads and pimples.

My Mother bought every remedy she could think of, but nothing seemed to really help. Then she found a home remedy to try. I can't remember where she got it. Anyway on her day off she was going to try it on my sister.

The big day came, finally it was the weekend and my sister was so excited over the prospect of trying something new. Something that just might help, rather cover up the problem.

So Mom started reading this recipe for beauty. One part this and one part that, mix together and apply to the face, leave on for 10 minutes to dry, then rinse off.

I don't recall all of the ingredients but I do remember that one of them was several egg whites whipped and I think a tiny bit of soap along with a couple of other ingredients. It made what women call a face mask or beauty mask. The egg whites were suppose to draw out the black heads and impurities and along with all of the other ingredients when washed off, leave the face smooth and radiant.
So Mother got right to work mixing up this concoction, then she smeared a nice thick layer all over my sisters face and under her chin, leaving alone only the eyes nostrils and mouth. Mom told her she wouldn't be able to talk or she would crack the mask as it was drying. Then we all waited for it to do it's work.

Keep in mind at this time I wasn't thinking revenge, but as time went on the story unfolds.

In a couple of minutes the mask hadn't dried yet, five, six minutes went by and Mom asked could she feel it drawing. I heard a faint , 'oooo' sound come from over her gums and through her teeth. Mom took it as a no.
I was in my glory, I was talking my head off to Mom and the big shot baby sitter, my worse nightmare couldn't say a stinking word. I loved it.
Ten minutes went by and Mom asked again ," Can you feel the egg whites pulling on your skin"? A faint ya managed to work it's way out of her mouth as by this time the mask was pretty dry.

My Mother in her wisdom decided that if 10 minutes would do a good job then maybe 15 or 20 would do better so she decided to let my sister sit there longer with the concoction on her face.

It was sure dry. In about 18 minutes my sister was screaming through clinched teeth to get out of there. It seems the mask was feeling heavier and heavier and putting pressure on her nose and it felt as though she couldn't breath well. So off comes the mask. Only it didn't come off.

It was suppose to peel right off, but it didn't budge. Now this is where the revenge comes in. Even though I didn't cause the problem the first thing I thought of was, is this my revenge for all the times that you bossed me around? Good for you, you mean old thing, thank you Lord for getting back at her for all of the times when Mom wasn't home and she was mean to me. Or when she would tell Mom I lied when I said she was mean. You deserve it witch stay in there a while.

My Mom tried to peel the mask off at every angle but still nothing. At first I thought it was funny and I said things like do you want a chisel Mom. Do you want a hammer. Each time the reply was no and each time my sister would squeal in horror. My sister was trapped in a mask and I thought it was funny. I even giggled a little.

Then Mom grabbed a wash cloth and wet it and tried to rub it off and it still didn't come off.
The mask was hard as a rock. My Mother was shocked and my sister was in a state of panic. Didn't I see this same thing in a movie?

Now in times of trouble my sister and I were always there for each other no matter how much we thought we hated each other and suddenly it wasn't funny anymore.
I'm praying please God let her out of there. I'm sorry, I take it all back.

Mom starts tapping on the cement that is on my sisters face and she is screaming through grinding teeth that it hurts. A bell goes off in my head and I think that wash cloth had cold water on it, so I start screaming hot water Mommy. Hot compresses will soften it up.

Several applications of hot wash cloths did the trick. I was the hero and all my poor sister got for all of that trouble was to keep her acne and a very red sore face.

Moral of the story. Don't ever wish for revenge you may regret it and If your Mother finds a home remedy, RUN!